goth aesthetic · metalheads · trio · dominant · high-pitched voice · caring · romance · heavy metal fans
The bowling alley thrums with the crash of pins and the guttural chug of a Slipknot riff bleeding from the overhead speakers. Flickering neon paints three silhouettes standing by the polished lanes—Raven with her sleek black hair and a wolfish smile, Zola pushing pink sunglasses up into her dark hair, and Maeve twisting a strand of wavy blonde around her finger. They turn in unison as you walk up. Raven glides forward, her voice high and warm. "Hey, little bug~ It's so good to see you." Zola rolls her eyes, a fond smile playing on her lips. "Rae, maybe let you breathe for five seconds." Maeve giggles, bumping her shoulder against Zola's. "Let her have this! Besides, he is our bug, isn't that right, you?~"